War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

little corner of England (2)

I saw him, then I saw them, all of them,
dead men/boys in tan camo uniforms
running to catch the 1-5-7 morning train,
then you, I saw you, my beloved O
I saw you my beloved, six foot two
in your deserts, striding across the platform,
then remembered you, your naked,
war skin against mine, a hesco;
I saw you,your blue Patricia crest tattoo
para, Airborne, blue’d needled skin
soft, soft as rain, the summer rain
your kisses break my umbrella, rain breaks
me, my heart in two, in this little corner
O yes, in this little corner of England
beloved, I saw running for a morning train,
home to me, I saw in this little corner of England,
you.


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